I wanna be a…SuperHeroe!!!
I wanna be a…SuperHeroe!!!
In a land far, far and away lives a distressed being,
That easily knocked out blokes of superficial intelligence.
‘Mighty Aphrodite’ seemingly uncontrolled feeling,
She dwell in phobia of undesired preference.
Oh hear me, hear me, hear me! I yell out to thee;
I want my lemon ice tea, freshly squeezed and cold to the last drop.
But then after a few conversations, I think I needed to take a pee.
‘Dynamically reconfigurable’ my body’s not on it’s top.
Wait…silence! Must you shout? I heard you loud and clear,
For my ears are swollen of your hypocrisy.
I felt that shivering mode, you must conquer your fear,
For if not, I have to eliminate you eventually.
Holy Macaroni! I mean…gee whiz, “Godzilla Manila”!!!
What that hell are they upto?
I heard from a million miles of their revolutionary agenda,
Sorry, but I do think the
Philippines has already a clue;
What used to be the ‘Pearl of the Orient’ is a disaster like melted mozzarella.
Yummy but melts easily from corrupt thoughts;
Of malignant politicians, and idiot leaders.
‘Inspirational Junkies’…that’s what I needed to fought!
Are we reluctant to take on the battle and reform those gold diggers?
Ultimately, the dying country has no one to look upto as their teachers.
Then my radar confronts a massive heat,
Of social problems, unable to find it’s match
To come up w/ the purest vaccination that’s hard to defeat.
By then i’m excited to be in the front row to watch;
But also my instinct pushes me to be part of some young idealistic batch.
As far as from Batanes to Sulu, it’s imperatively time;
Of natural revolution and turn out the banner of global attack,
Beaming with hope, I address my chest of ‘lemon and lime’;
My visionary logo w/ a little twist of sweetness and sour on its back.
Carbon Monoxide atmosphere…deactivate!
My inner voice of ultrasonic evaporates in mid-air.
Preparing the myriad of dimension to initiate,
Truly what’s best for the country; shall I say is in despair.
I want to wipe out solid waste of human negligence.
I want to wipe out air pollution brought by fumes of deadly ego.
I want to wipe out noise bitches setting foot on modern differences.
I want to get rid of companies only measuring up to their own lives.
I want to get rid of poverty, killing the future w/ a deadly spiral of hunger.
I want to get rid of corruption, the mistress feared by all wives.
Am I asking too much?
Am I posting civil warfare?
O baby don’t yah cry, hush, hush!
For here I am, dreaming of my own share,
Of world that collides and moguls that care.
For I am a Super Hero;
Probing deeper of verbal manifestation,
With the range of my edgy echo,
I could no longer bear the theatrical performance of politicians.
Die you wicked morons! Die and be gone to oblivion!!!
So that’s why I take Centrum…I wanna be complete! = )
Kaya I settle for being a Super…….CaliFragilistic Expialidocious na nga lang!
